A dish for dawn
When I think of kitchens, my mind splits between the warm nostalgia of home kitchens and the efficiency of colossal metallic restaurant kitchens, one a living spice master’s cave, the other an almost clinical, cold, stainless-steel temple. What a dilemma. My first memories are of my grandmother Julia’s kitchen, of the three-seater table where we…
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